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The dansant in the dark side of the mind;the butchered will rise again on the last day to flap in angelic wing,the wicked will be resigned to their fate,the hungry fangs dig deep into the tortured soul,blink when it's too late,a mist of sweet smoke wheezing through the shrinking lungs of the dry lips,red in the hunt for the secret,kiss the lips that kissed the world back to life,run into the shadow of nowhere,fly on the celestial wing of the painted lady to land on a cloud of hope and love,twist a six into a nine,man up to the woman up to the man up in never to miss the boat again,black dots dancing o'er the bloodshot eyes,listen for the creaking click of the broken finger spitting sparks on a strange humanity,the grass wilted away in the echo of the yelping dog taking you to the neverland of dreams,the girl with the blue eyes full of tears,hissing in the bubble about to burst in the old dog for the hard road,searching for the moment shimmering in the fading light,soon to cry in the youth of old age,wear the boot a size too big for the growing foot in the hanging of humanity.
